Seven years ago today...

Where were you? It is now 6:30 a.m. and in NYC it is 8:30...I don't remember the exact times the towers were hit, but I know it's just about now. It's funny that I can remember just exactly where we were when we got the news. I used to think it strange that people could remember exactly where they were when JFK was shot, but I understand now.

The night before, September 10, the Broncos played Monday night football. My mom and dad, Taylor and Catie had come to our house to watch the game. Catie was just a litte thing, maybe two? and she fell asleep at our house. We decided to let her spend the night.

The next morning, we didn't turn the TV on (we didn't really do that in the mornings then) so we didn't hear anything until we were on our way to work. We were driving past the Duck Pond Park (we were in one vehicle for some reason so I was taking Jery to work and Catie back to mom and dad's house) when vaguely on the news we heard something about a plane hitting a building, and President Bush with his very distinct, nasaly voice saying something about "We won't stand for this." Jery and I immediately began to make fun of Bush, because that's what we did with his voice! So I dropped Jery off at the liquor store, and headed to mom and dad's to take Catie back. As I drove out of the parking lot at the store, I again heard something about the building being hit, and possibly another hit. I began to listen...

As I drove the couple miles to mom and dad's, the true sense of what was happening hit me. Complete shock on my part. I got to mom and dad's, got Catie out of the truck, and went into their house. Dad was reading the paper; mom was refilling her coffee cup. No TV. I said, "You're not watching the TV? All hell's breaking loose!" Dad said, "What?" and clicked on the TV. At that moment the first tower fell. We sat there in SHOCK.

I was a little late for work that day, but since I was teaching at Rocky Mountain, and we had TVs in our rooms, hooked to cable, we watched that with the sound off all day.

For me, even now, I'm still sad, and a little pissed off about it all. Jery and I have been to Ground Zero two times since that day. The little church across the street from where the towers stood is now a place for remembering. It amazes me that this little church had no damage to it! There's a place for me that brings out the emotion, besides the pissed off emotion. The first time we visited, they were selling books about that day. I told Jery, "We should buy one of these. Some day BayLea will be studying this in school." and I burst into tears...

So I just finished watching P.S. I Love You...

I hated it. I. Hated. It.

I read the book last week, and it was an okay book. The writing didn't knock my socks off...I felt like I was reading an 8th grader's writing. It was just amateurist. So I thought perhaps the movie would be better. Someone had said how awesome of a show it was, and some people had said on-line that the show had made them laugh, and cry, and feel sorrow, etc. etc. etc. And perhaps if I hadn't read the book first I might have enjoyed the movie.

BUT...

The movie did not follow the book AT ALL. And I mean AT ALL!!!!! She had to buy a bedside lamp, that was the first letter. Other than that, the movie was a totally different movie...

Here are a few of the differences:

The movie took place in NYC. The book in Ireland. Holly grew up by the beach there. She did have to sing at kereoke (I don't know how to spell that), but it wasn't in her mother's bar, it was in Daniel's bar. She had two brothers in addition to her sister that was in the movie, and her dad had not left her mother. Her inlaws didn't come to the funeral because they were traveling, or something. They didn't just stay in Ireland and they were snoots. Holly had gone through several jobs in the years previous to Gerry dying, and they were all secretarial jobs. Nothing at all was mentioned about her being a real estate agent. Designing shoes had nothing to do with it. Gerry did send Holly and her friends on a trip, but it was to Spain, to a nice tropical beach, not to Ireland. Oh, the list goes on and on!

Not my favorite movie at all!!! And that's my rant for the night! :)

Hey, I started a blog!

I can't believe I did it! Once it said "We've created your blog" my stomach got some butterflies. I'm pretty excited to try it!